Hushed Willows [m] goddess in a ruin garden

dionysus, min himmel. she sighed at him with whimsy in her tone.

a slow approach towards him, her tail swayed with the bliss of her emotions. there would be no perfume of the season on her yet but she knew it would be soon. safer to dalliance with him before then, uncertain if she would after.

hvis du bare kunne mitt morsmål. she teased in her foreign tongue, perhaps inclined to mystify him this go around and make any sort of chase more mental than physical.